Yesterday I got to hear the baby's heartbeat for the first time at the doc's office. So it's official, my kid-to-be is not a zombie. That's good news.
So as not to over-do it, I've been reading a LOT. Gone through a couple of books in a couple of weeks. My Kindle is loving me right now. As is my bizarre addiction to all formats of solitaire. No idea how that happened, but there you have it: solitaire. I guess it's like breakfast, a delicious mystery.
Started teaching again, and it's wonderfully rewarding. I find I have to curb my emotions in the day to day, however. Damned hormones keep going up and down, and some days I want to hug people and the next I want to never speak to them again... or worse.
For now I have enough presence of mind to know it's the horrormones surging, but it's like a sickness. I know it will get worse before it gets better, and I know I'LL get worse and am helpless to stop it. It makes me wonder... is this how it feels to turn into a werewolf?
Will I dread the next full moon?
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